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A Yule in the city. |
Hi! Dear friends,
In this holiday season with the light of the full moon coming in the window I put my feet out of bed on top of a large furry dog. Harold's large furry dog Garbo needs a walk. Rats, it is not a decent time of the morning all bright with moon light and dark. I jump into my jeans and the dog and I race down the stairs quietly. Ho ho ho, Thank goodness its not Santa's night. We burst past the glass door and down the steps the dog goes to make her puddle and then chase the wild cats waiting to be fed by a neighbor. The steps are damp to my bare feet. The cats fly under cars and up trees and away into the night. The dog prances with nose in the air and then to the ground to make sure not a cat is around. The dog is elderly. It is hard to tell her age this clear black velvety night just before the light. Normally she sleeps tell mid morning like a dead thing but tonight is another thing. Off we go down the street and around the corner.
The moon out shines the streetlights and the twinkling Christmas lights this morning just before she sets, before her friend the sun comes out. There is a new outside Christmas decoration, an inflatable plastic Snowman and Santa. They are six feet high or more and glow from within. Every block has one. They look like the inflatables in the Macy's Christmas parade in New York except they are earth bond. They are very odd and jolly indeed. There happy faces and the twinkling lights all around them make for a merry scene. I haven't yet gone to the best and more extravagant places to see the lights. Street after street of twinkling wonder, I always wait tell Christmas Eve and after. One does get about for Yule time business and mundane living at night and can't help from seeing lights. Lights on little shacks and big mansions, one lone string or a blaze of little lights all over a house reminds you the holidays are here. Joy and peace are in the air it doesn't matter what you believe. The long dark winter nights burn bright with the light.
My bare feet pad after the dog I wonder why I have no shoes like a begger child. It doesn't seem wrong to have no shoes after all it is California. The night air is crisp but not freezing and I won't be gone for long. To the end of the block in the silent deserted bright night we go. The dog sniffing where things have gone before our arrival. The ornate library building has its iron doors closed. The night seems to belong to us and no one else. As we go back a car pulls out of the parking lot adding its lights to the glow of the city, as it gets ready to wake up. When we arrive back to the apartment Harold says where are your shoes it is uncivilized to go out without your shoes. I wonder what is civilized about taking anothers old dog for a brisk walk before sun up.
Blessings to all,
To all a good night.